Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
New Order,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.